Roger: Now, here's Buster back.
Rose: You told me you were an animal lover. I thought maybe I could replace your loss.
Roger: Well, I didn't need a replacement. You see, I had my parakeet. Or I used to have him until you sent that cat from hell into our lives.
Rose: You don't mean?
Roger: Yeah, I don't think you're gonna have to feed Buster for a while. Goodbye, Rose. And when you see me at work, don't say good morning, don't leave me those cheery notes, and please don't put on those little puppet shows over the partition. In fact, don't ever think of me again.